Gotz

"Gotz, do you want to build a snow sculpture with me?", asks Sri Rama as he already gathers a pile of snow from the ground with his telekenesis. 

Snow sculpture sounds like fun to my ears, but it looks hard to carve out even a decent shape as far as I can remember. Luckily, I can have Sri Rama to help me on sculpting a lion's head, which he wants to do in his personal opinion. So we set to work, and throughout the process we try our best to not let our hands freeze beneath the cold snow. 

It takes us around minutes to get the work done, and I have to constantly watch out for any stray snowballs that might hit our sculpture. As I am getting a little better at sculpting, Sri Rama let me carve any finishing touches onto the lion's head. 

The result is better than we expected. The lion tilts his head upwards, roaring majestically while bearing its sharp, large fangs. Its eyes are ferocious, for they clearly show his total anger of whatever cause him to be so. I end up sitting in front of the sculpture as Sri Rama hovers over my shoulder.

Visiting Floor 1 is like visiting an old home. It feels nostalgic and...well, nostalgic is the only term I can use for such a situation. I want to show Sri Rama around the area, because the beautiful parts of Floor 1 represents the majestic sides of Aincrad itself. I don myself in full plate armor, in case I am attacked. Stronger enemies may actually appear to attack returning players with high levels. I do not really want to have a sh**ty day with Sri Rama. It would suck.

"The Starting City..ah..." says the shadow puppet. "It is a place full of such...bustling communities and activities. It is as if the entire population of Aincrad gather here to converse and share with each other's culture and the like. What do you think, dear Gotz?"

"I can agree with you at some degree.." I answer, remembering my first day in the Starting City. Sure...every population is gathered here...or rather, was teleported here for the true initiation of Sword Art Online. Even to this day, the Dark Day remains in every Aincradian's mind including myself.

As I am about to don the first part of my plate armor, Sri Rama speaks out: "Why are you wearing armor in a peaceful gathering? Will there be a duel here, Gotz?"

I shake my head as I never really want to engage in duels right now. But this doesn't detract Sri Rama from talking to me. 

"You know, you already receive my hot wind. Are you not here to enjoy the snow?"

That last sentence makes me stop my attempt to wear my sabatons. And soon I question myself, even though I only want to enjoy the snow, why am I still donning my armor? Sri Rama glides around me, looking at the other players as I get onto my feet.

"It will be pointless to wear armor since there are no visible threats. Unless...you are doing so to hide yourself from the others, Gotz?"

"No." I shake my head and try to shift the nature of the topic. "Let us find somewhere open and wide to make snow angels on the ground."

"Snow angels?" asks Sri Rama. "Are they a holy entity?"

"Nah...it is a reference to an action that involves moving your limbs at horizontal directions across the snow. It feels pleasing to do such a thing in my opinion."

Sri Rama moves his arm in a way that he seems to understand my explanation. We walk past some of the players and the tables to see a lone, large tree that bears snowy leaves.

Winter is probably my favorite season of all time. The whiteness of the snow looks so appealing to my eyes and I had many happy memories of winter and Christmas during my years in Akihabara. As I get a message that invites everyone to Floor 4, I decide to go there just to waddle myself against the snow. 

For warmth measures, I want to buy some winter clothes for the trip. However, Sri Rama insists that I should receive total warmth from him instead. I ask him how he can do so, and he says that it can be done by merely blowing hot wind towards me. I even remark that this is quite contradictory to his statement about his refusal to use psychic powers, but he makes himself clear that he only uses them for good, non-offensive benefits, and nothing else. 

I am thankful that I do not even need to go through that f**king forest to go to the next floor. It doesn't take long to arrive at the snowy fields and head to the location of the gathering as marked by the invitation.

As I arrive, I immediately recognize Beatbox and Teayre from a distance. The party doesn't seem to start, but at least I can enjoy the quietness for a while. Sri Rama phases out of my breastplate and looks around his surroundings in delight.

"It has been great years since I experience the breeze of the snow. Ramayanas do not often visit here, as there is no valuable resource or land to take over. Even the snow covered grounds would hinder our shadows from their surface."

Well that is unexpected...the fight is already over in two or three minutes. I witness a player coming out of nowhere, and uses lightning to paralyze the necromorph. In a flash, it is already being cut to pieces by his katana, which quite impresses me. Katanas are something to be taken seriously when wielding one, for they are extraordinarily sharp thanks to the unique methods of its forging process. As I walk towards @Kasier and the samurai, whose name is @Baldur, Sri Rama's shadow phases out of the surface of my breastplate and stand onto my pauldron.

"I must admit that I have never seen such monstrosity in my entire life," he says with his usual feminine, soothing voice. "Is there anything else that is worst than the vile creature, oh Gotz?"

"..dragons?" I mutter out loud.

"Well, I guess you are probably correct," he speaks as he lets out a small giggle. "After all, dragons are the embodiment of good and evil."

As he finishes talking, he turns to face the two players and bows before them. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, humans, especially the warrior that wields a katana. My name is Sri Rama, and I serve as Gotz' familiar and partner."

It is a pity that the man is in a bad condition even though he can surely survive, but I must make haste in finding the other Hoya Minotaur and his guardian.

"Let's go, @Macradon. I cannot wait to see and cut up the Manticore itself." I speak out as I start walking south, heading towards the fields that would hopefully lead us to the path of the Minotaur's lair. As I move along the grass with my armored partner, Sri Rama emerges from my backplate, which he has being resting on in shadow mode for quite a long time since day one of his new partnership, and glides onto my pauldron.

"I have full faith that this minotaur you are seeking must be one of the raiders," he speaks. "I cannot stop thinking of the fate of my people ever since I told my tale to you."

"...what about the hostile shadows that you speak of?" I ask.

"Oh. Regarding that....during my stay with the old lady, I happened to stroll around the city at night, enjoying the beautiful sights of the constellations in the night sky. Somehow, I notice shadow figures of four Ramayanas, and I quickly rush towards them to find out what happened to the rest of my people. Although they recognize me...they...they are corrupted..you see..."

"...I assume the minotaurs are the cause of these corruptions and sent them to kill you, correct? 

"Correct, Gotz. They clearly told me of their corrupted state, and how they were proud of it. They even stated the name of their masters, which I unfortunately cannot recall. The next thing I knew, they launch their psychic attacks towards me, but not for long. The old lady thankfully saved me by using an ancient magic that harms their shadowy forms. I was so crestfallen of them....they were my soldiers..."

"...I'm sorry to hear that.."

"...It is okay...these men were the only hostile Ramayanas I have ever encountered so far. I am even afraid that the kings might be corrupted as well. I wish to get such thoughts out of my head. It sickens me so much, Gotz."

Sri Rama then looks at Macrodon, realizing his presence as he bows and moves his arm upwards towards him.

"Pleased to meet you, armored adventurer," he says.

We set up and lit a campfire together nearby the trees on the ground, and Sri Rama offer some of his fishes to have them cooked under the fire. We have a good meal for the night, and later we casually talk to each other of whatever that is in our mind while taking a dip into the spring water. As midnight comes around, we lie down onto our makeshift beds and sleep like logs. 

The next morning, I slowly open my eyes, struggling to wake up. The first thing I see in the morning is a womanly face that is staring down at me with a sweet smile. As I am fully awake, I realize who that is and sit up to see Sri Rama in his human form. He dons the same clothes, but his skin is now very fair and white. Most of his features, including his body, are feminine in nature, similar to his Ramayana form. But here's one thing I do not understand: his human appearance is very different from the original, I cannot even tell if this is the same person.

"I am sorry if I startle you," he speaks with his retained feminine, soothing voice. "I am still Sri Rama, but you see, the bodies and looks of our human forms are different because of our preferences. Whenever one is about to become solid for the first time, he or she can imagine their own 'avatar'. With their powers, they can project their permanent avatars into that form. I choose to look like this in the memory of a woman I used to fell in love with during my younger days as a noble.

What you are seeing now is her younger self. I know not of her fate after the decline of our kingdom, but I heard from the old lady that she actually stayed here for a brief moment before living."

While the explanation is believable and clear to me, it still surprises me that Sri Rama looks...very stunning in that form. Gah! Stop that! I thought to myself. You are looking at a former king of a lost civilization! I shake my head as Sri Rama looks at me curiously. 

"Am I confusing you, Gotz?", he asks.

"N..no, Rama." I answer as I get onto my feet. "Are..you ready to leave?"

"When you are ready." He speaks with a smile. "I am eager to join you in your next adventure, my new companion. Lead the way and I will follow your footsteps."

And with that, he morphs back into his original, Ramayana form, and glides back towards my breastplate as he integrates himself onto the metal surface in his shadowy form.

SUMMARY

Obtained 2 SP

Obtained 1 Material

Obtained 560 COL (400 + 160)

Obtained Familiar (no enhancement)

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"That is very sad to hear you feeling alone at numerous occasions," comforts Sri Rama after I finish my tale. Although I had told him that I am used to solitary life, he still feels crestfallen of the fact that no one is bothered to speak to me, aside from Beatbox. He inhales deeply as we stare at the waterfall, soon the sun completely sets and nighttime has already arrived.

"Sri Rama," I say. "Do you not mind...if I make camp here for the night?"

"Why yes, Gotz," he says in a cheery voice. "I am very happy to be your company. But in return...may I..accompany you in your adventures?"

Accompany me? Does it mean that he is going to be my familiar? A sentient familiar? 

...why if it is, then f**k yes, I'll let him come with me. He is very fitting to be such a unique friend of mine, and at the very least, he can be my personal companion for the rest of my life. I nod in response with a smile.

"Oh, why thank you, my friend," he speaks happily as he bows while moving his hand and arm upwards. "Please, even for a lifetime, do not hesitate to treat me like your best friend. I will gladly assist you whenever I can, and I will also stick my shadowy self onto your breastplate to rest in your journeys."

Him being glad of being my new companion seems to make me smile like an idiot for the first time in weeks. I offer to shake his hand, and he does so without hesitation.

"If possible," continues Sri Rama. "Do not be shy to ask me to appear before you in human form. I can always turn back into a Ramayana at my own will. But be warned that a Ramayana's human form cannot merge with his or her own shadow, understand?"

"Understood, Rama."

"As you wish, Gotz. And please, no need to address me as a king, for I am no longer one. Casual greetings are fine to my presence," says Sri Rama as he bows a little and faces the waterfall once more. "The old lady treated me with respect, and I exchange stories of our history to her. As far as I know, she, besides you, was the only non-Ramayana to believe our existence. To cut my story short, I finally left her after months of staying with her. I am eager to find a place of my own, and I bid her farewell.

I proceed towards this forest that is full of unexplained mists, and it took me six days to navigate around the area to find sanctuary while avoiding the minotaurs. Luckily, I happen to find the cobblestone path later on, and...here I am. Feasting on fishes and drinking the wonderful spring water on a daily basis to survive. I need no shelter, for the air is very fresh to breathe in."

I do not why, but I suddenly clap as soon as he finishes his story. As I realize this, I quickly stop and mutter an apology to him.

"It is okay, Gotz. Your clap is a sign of thanks for listening to my tale. And now, may I hear your story? I would like to know more about you."

Well then. If this is the price of listening to him for minutes, so be it. 

"Forgive me, Gotz, but am I boring you?" asks Sri Rama as he turns to face me. 

"No, my King.." I speak. "I find the story...heartbreaking to say the least. A peace interrupted and ruined in a flash...that was such a total disaster. I am sorry for your loss." 

My tone becomes solemn, for I am indeed sorry for the destruction of his land and his race. I am sad at the fact that the Ramayanas were reduced to something that only exists in rumors or legends. I have never seen any player or NPC discussing about it, and even if they do, they will likely dismiss it as nothing more than a myth.

"Please do not be too sad," says Sri Rama with a gentle voice. "I do not wish to see you in such a state. I know it is tragic, but I must advise that you must never let anything horrible in your life turn into your permanent nightmare, and a source of grief."

"Worry not," I say with a smile. "I always have things to deflect depression. So, what of the human that found you?"

"Ah, yes. This human, she was old, but still healthy and full of knowledge. She took me to the city of elves and provide me with food, drinks and a bed to sleep on."

"C..can I ask you something, my King?"

"Proceed."

"How do Ramayanas...satisfy their basic needs? How can they consume anything with their flat anatomy? I know it isn't a big issue, but the logic is bothering me."

Sri Rama let out a small giggle. "Well, you see. We have one more ability that we only use out of necessity. We can morph ourselves into humanoid forms with real, solid bodies. In short, we can become you. Do you understand?"

I nod, somehow amazed that they can even turn into real humans. "Do your psychic powers remain intact while being human?"

"Of course. Ah, I forget to tell you that we are only invulnerable in our shadowy forms. But if we are to face the minotaurs, it can be a problem. They have a rare, strange ability to pull us away from our shadows, and that was what they did to many of us during the pillaging. There was no use in escaping, for every routes were guarded by some of the raiders."

I nod once more, and say, "Go on. I am eager to hear the end of your story."

"Out of nowhere," Sri Rama continues. "Bands of minotaurs, both armored and unarmored, come to the vicinity of our land, claiming parts of this large forest as their own residencies. As our scouts warned us of their presence, our people become fearful of these monsters, and soon paranoia began to take over. No more than two weeks later, they came. They saw our houses, our provisions, and everything else that we own as part of our lives. They pillaged the land like savages, and us kings, excluding me, declared war against them.

I did not wish to face such confrontations with the minotaurs, and so I secretly headed out of the land to seek and meet the leaders of the raiding bands. I tried to negotiate peacefully with them, but all they do was to mock me and asked me for my palace and the location of the other kings. They told me I had no choice, and if I comply, I would be spared from their savagery and be offered with valuable things. I refuse all of their demands and offers, and in the end, they forced me to watch my land being completely purged, and portions of the population killed or taken to slavery in the further parts of Aincrad.

They spared me as they prefer to let me suffer from the loss of my people, and my homeland. My grief was too deep to bear, and I ran as fast as I can like a coward, regrettably. I did not care where I go, or where I will stay. As long as I am away from the minotaurs...then in three days, a human found me in my shadowy form on the ground. I was weak from hunger and thirst, and I was on the verge of accepting death."

I swim to the slab of rock and settle down by leaning against it as I gaze at Sri Rama, who is gliding towards me at a graceful manner. He turns to his right so I can see his side, in my perspective he is facing left. Whenever he wants to speak, he often move his free arm to indicate his feelings. 

"Do you not mind if I tell you a backstory of our kind, human? And..may I please know your name?", asks Sri Rama. 

"Gotz," I answered. "Just call me Gotz. And yes, I do not mind hearing your tale. There is still time before the moon rises."

"Gotz...that is a nice name, human. It pleases my ears. Ahem. So, about our kind...we are a race with a name loosely based on mine. We dub ourselves Ramayanas, and we all possess psychic powers to defend ourselves, in addition to merging with our own shadows. We used to live in harmony for many years, and I myself, used to be one of the most revered kings of the Ramayana race. Unlike the other kings, I possess no psychic powers as I am a pacifist, and I do not wish to wage war against any other races in Aincrad.

One day, the humans started to exist in this realm, and we do not see them as a potential threat. You people are quite adventurous in the woods we are living in, and for such an attribute, I offer an alliance to some of the humans. We coexist with each other despite limited contact due to the distance of our homes. Until.."

ID: 69999 

LD: 15 (Tamed and obtained familiar without enhancements)

"A human coming here to merely relax among the glistening waters of this waterfall? That is quite a rare sight."

Much to my surprise, I turn around to look for the source of the soothing, feminine voice, for it is almost close to my ear the moment I shut my eyes to rest against the rock. As my body face that rock, I see it. A shadow puppet...in its own shadowy form. Its appearance is rather...elaborate to describe. It appears human, and dons a long skirt or loincloth and a long, horizontal headgear that looks like a Southeast-Asian crown. It wears two armbands around each arm, and also a neckwear so large that it covers most of its chest. It holds a long, wavy staff or rod in one hand. It is standing on something that resembles a longship with the head of a dragon.

As I take a step forward to look at the shadow puppet closely, it begins to speak once more: "Do not worry, human. For I am not one of the hostile shadows. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." 

Despite its feminine, soothing voice, the anatomy resembles of a male. Thus, I conclude that the entity is possibly an androgynous male. It, or more appropriately from now on, he, phases out of his shadowy form and becomes physical, revealing his colors and 'skin.' The skin seems to resemble that of a mammal, maybe a buffalo, goat or any other similar animal. One thing that is notable about him is that he is completely flat, only both of his sides are visible.

"Come here, human," says the puppet. "I wish to converse with you a little longer. My name is Sri Rama."

Here it is...I found it! After walking through the infuriating mist for what seem like hours, I finally get to see the majestic waterfall pouring beautifully onto the clean, shiny spring waters. I smile to myself as I remove my helmet and the rest of my armor, then I carry each of the pieces onto a slab of rock that is dry enough to safely walk on. I strip myself almost naked, with the exception of my boxers, and dive into the water, bathing myself like Sigurd bathing in the flowing blood of the dragon Fafnir. I also take large scoops of water with my hands and drink them. The taste is simply refreshing and cold, in a good way of course.

Spring waters are the most naturally pure in my opinion because unlike rivers or lakes, they don't seem to absorb any contaminants. It is also very clear that you can even see whatever that is underwater from the surface. Another good thing about spring waters is that you do not really need to go through the hassle of collecting them and purify them through filtering, boiling, etc. It is already safe to drink ever since the beginning of its existence.

I rest my head against a rock that is positioned near the same slab of rock, looking at the sky and the rays of the setting sun. I am not really worried about nighttime, as there are plenty of wood to collect and improvise as a campfire. There are also fishes in the water, most of them aren't hostile and simply ignore or swim away from my presence. As I bask myself in the pureness of the spring water, I look around. Still remembering the shadow puppets, I have my sword's handle close to my head, in case if one decides to attack.

Resting for a while seems to be a good idea at first, but I realize that so much time have passed since I began fighting the minotaur. I look through the broken window as the house starts to get a little dark, and I notice the sky clad in a mixture of reddish and orange color, indicating that the sun is now beginning to set. Without hesitation, I open the last can of sardines and savor their taste before stepping out.

No sooner after I walk away from the checkpoint, I can already hear the distant sound of water rushing. The amount of hibiscuses are increasing, and every time I see rafflesias, each of them would grow bigger as the path progresses. Although I am tempted to rely on the watery sound as my guide, I decide against it as I fear that I may be lost among the fog. It is still thick as ever, although it is getting thin that I can briefly see the bright colors of hibiscuses from a distance. 

I am thankful that nothing bad happens throughout my journey, and soon, as I reach the biggest rafflesia in the forest, the sounds are louder and clearer to my ears, even when I am hearing in my full helmet. To my surprise, this particular rafflesia is alive, and it probably detects visitors, because sooner or later it releases a jet of steam that completely clears the fog at a vicinity of around 20 metres, I think. 

A path made of cobblestone is revealed in front of me, and knowing that it is the ultimate guide to my goal, I follow it.

Even though I have my latest shop and still forge armor for a living, my interest in alchemy remains within my mind. I think that I will switch careers at a much later date..at least I am already limiting myself to forge personal protection exclusively, and only forge weapons at the requests of an Aincradian. 

But even as I forged several armors for a few days, I still do not get customers. Still understandable...sometimes people rely on aggression rather than defensive tactics. Just like the berserkers in the Viking Age. These kind of warriors were probably terrifying to the perspectives of the opposing force, for they were said to let their own rage consume them completely, making themselves unstoppable in battle despite only donning wolf pelts or coats and equipped with a two handed axe. Some says that the so called 'berserk' nature were simply their supposed animalistic behaviour, but I like to think that these wolf pelts are probably alive in the minds of the berserkers, and that the spirits of the wolves possessed them.

Not wanting to get smashed against a tree, I use all of my strength to push him as farther as I can, pulling apart his horns in the process. The minotaur lets out a painful bellow as the two external, bony projections are torn away from the head, leaving out a pair of massive, circular wounds as blood spills out from his head. I take the advantage of his loss of focus by gouging out his eyes, then as the last strike, I saw off his head with my sword, ignoring his cries of pain while he gurgles out a small amount of blood. 

It doesn't take long for the body to stop standing and drop dead onto the grass. The face on the minotaur's decapitated head permanently displays an emotion mixed of anger and sorrow, and I grin at the thought of him being thrown down into the fiery pits of the Aincradian afterlife, if it ever exists...

I walk back into the now destructed house, cleaning the blood away from my blade with the sheet of the creaky bed. I sit down and remove my helmet as I take some cans of delicious sardines. A break seems necessary for now...I still think of the supposed psychic powers of the shadow puppets.

By chance, I send my knee flying towards his face, but the minotaur finally regains some composure as he catches my knee with his jaws, attempting to clamp down the knee protection of my cuisse until it is broken down to happen. Understandably, I am enraged out of nowhere as I do not want any part of my armor to be crushed down, so I drive my sword into one of his eyes, effectively causing him to roar as he lets go of my knee. 

As the next step to hurt him further, I bash his face like a mallet with my tower shield, then I shuffle backwards after slashing out his eyeball. The minotaur begins wheezing as he can no longer withstand the pain, gritting his teeth in anger. At this point, he drops his halberd and relies on his animalistic behaviour as a final resort to attack me. Before I could raise up my shield, he f**king sprints towards me on all fours and shove me out of the house with his bleeding head.

Gotz: HP 116/120

Minotaur: HP 0/32

ID: 69841

BD: 9

LD: 11

Obtained 1 Material.

Obtained 160 COL.

I don't even need to withdraw my sword to stab his head. All I do is to simply point it forwards and make sure that his skull rams into the blade, stopping his charge immediately. With my Sword Art, I mangle his brain to pieces and deliver a brutal knee to the nose with my strength, knocking him down to the wooden floorboards. The minotaur visibly groans in a mix of fury and pain as some of the brain matter flows out of the cavity of the cut injury on his head. He struggles to get up while attempting to put the matter back into where they belong, but to no avail.

At this moment, I walk towards him and coldly gaze down upon him until he raises his head to meet his eyes towards mine. We neither move a muscle nor saying anything, the only sounds that are audible around this area is the cold breeze and the occasional creaks of the floorboards. After what seems like an eternity of silence, I finally break it by speaking in a solemn voice.

"You are f**ked."

Gotz: HP 116/120

Minotaur: HP 5/32

ID: 69836

BD: 6

MD: 6

The minotaur clenches his left fist as he takes a big step forward and brings it down towards me, causing a truly staggering effect against my tower shield. I could barely stay still as I try to shake off the dizzyness, but I can see that he is already pulling his halberd backwards, ready to pierce through my Zertsalo armor. I overcome the effect of the impact as I grit my teeth and run towards the minotaur, using my Sword Art against his leg before he could kick me. 

The minotaur is surprised that his supposedly thick flesh is gouged through by my black blade, and he lets out a roar as I make a deep, swift cut onto the wrist of his weapon arm. I sprint past him and stand near the entrance of the house, so I can leave immediately in case s**t hits the fan. I taunt him again with the same shield banging move, and this time, it actually offends him. The minotaur turns around at a quick pace and charges himself towards me with his forehead facing forward, his skull looks thick as f**k. Jeebus...

Gotz: HP 117/120

Minotaur: HP 11/32

ID: 69832

BD: 7

MD: 5

Energy: 0/12

Used Vertical Arc!

I don't remember what happens next after I mindlessly charge towards the minotaur, but I do know that I am already bumped against the wall. The sound of metal banging against the hard stone surface resonates through my ears, and goddamn, it hurts. I hope to myself that my headache quickly disappears, and as I set my eyes towards the minotaur, I notice him bringing down one of his legs.

"Fool. You will not attack me while I am speaking, for I am still aware of my surroundings," he speaks in a rather arrogant tone. "That head must have hurt after you bump against the wall, correct?"

He steps forward as he brings the ax blade down towards the face of my helm, and luckily I manage to block the strike. The knockback is a b**ch, I almost stagger as I try to move around without getting close to him. He strikes my shield for another two minutes before becoming exhausted, panting heavily like an angry bull. I bang my sword against my shield to taunt him, and he only snickers before getting up to adapt another strategy. 

Gotz: HP 117/120

Minotaur: HP 21/32

ID: 69831

BD: 9

MD: 6

Energy: 4/12

Used Vertical Arc!

The spearhead glided along the rim of my tower shield and barely make a dent against the metal surface of my helmet as I take a step backwards. I draw out my black sword and remain focused towards the minotaur, who is now snickering as my armor as he holds his weapon upright.

"A heavily armored human...what a rare sight," he chuckles. "Most of the victims I encounter are either leather armored or only don minimal metal armor, like a single breastplate."

"How is it relevant to anything at this moment, scoundrel?" I scoffed, as I do not want to have any idle chats with him.

"Getting to the point huh? Either you wish to have an urgent meeting with your maker, or you are already up to this fight. If you can abide my condition, I must tell you that under all circumstances, you shall never run from this house."

"Your house is not large enough to make wide swings. You must be an idiot to destroy your own shelter in the middle of going berserk just to win."

"Bah! I am not simple minded like the other minotaurs, human. Now shall we begin-- h..hey!"

Gotz: HP 118/120

Minotaur: HP 32/32

ID: 69829

BD: 1

MD: 8

The door is broken down by a series of strikes inflicted by a large ax blade, and in the style of Jack Torrance, a minotaur's head peeks in through the large hole on the wooden door, and it doesn't take long for him to notice my presence and give me a bizarre s**t eating grin. He uses his raw strength to break through the remnants of the door and approach me menacingly with his battleaxe. As he is close enough towards me, he lets out a noisy breath through his nostrils, his pupils display his intense anger and love for violence.

He is more furrier than any other minotaurs I fought before, and he only dons a metal belt and a red loincloth. His two horns point upwards rather than forwards, thus being unsuitable to be used as mere weapons. Until now, I never notice that his axe is in fact a halberd of some sort, as it sports a spearhead at its tip. 

"You dare to enter my home and loot my supplies as you please?!" the minotaur bellows. "The least you can do is to wait for my return, but that would not make a difference, is it?!"

As soon as he finishes speaking, he is already thrusting his halberd towards my helmet.

Gotz: HP 119/120

Minotaur: HP 32/32

ID: 69828

BD: 5

MD: 6

1. ID: 69777 CD: 11

Rare armor forged! Gained 5 EXP

2. ID: 69778 CD: 3

You are a failure! Gained 1 EXP

3. ID: 69779 CD: 3

You are a failure! Gained 1 EXP

4. ID: 69780 CD: 3

You are a failure! Gained 1 EXP

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